So every year around the Wingspan Dinner, I have some bad car karma.

Last year, the day before the Dinner, I was rear-ended on Broadway as I was running last minute errands.

Three years ago, I had Kent Burbank handing me fistfuls of cash to take a cab from the TCC to the Jack Furrier's after I had to take my car in for emergency new tires when I found the morning of the dinner that I could see the wire inside my tires.

So it was no big shock to me this year when I got home last night to find I had a flat tire.

Kia Roadside Assistance is on the way and the dealer can fit me in this morning, but at least Miriam will be relieved to know that it's not her specifically.

Labels: Kia, personal, Wingspan